Stitch By Stitch.
If i put my heart on trial,
picking apart this cloaked denial.
right from the cuff down to the seam,
stitch by stitch exposing me.
This is raw,
i used to feel invincible.
if this is war,
i guess its still worth fighting for.
The dust descends on the mornings news.
i beat myself up black and blue.
i need to know how you feel,
i need to feel something real.
Be it joy or more unhappiness,
there's a moment here to steal.
This is raw,
i used to feel invincible.
if this is war,
i guess its still worth fighting for.
Was the tension in the silence of congeniality?
or was it something far more awkward
that could never be believed.
in the midst of indecision,
like a compass lost at sea.
i was looking past the answer,
staring right in front of me.
This is raw,
i used to feel invincible.
if this is war,
i guess its still worth fighting for.
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